Kanye West
Lucifer (Remix)
(The real Satan in the mix, son)

(I'm from the 416
Not a fan of the Knicks)

Its the
Return of the
Man who commits
These verbal homicides
Need eyes
To witness this
See I
Flip the script
And turn this bitch to Auschwitz
And I apologize
They'll dogmatize the kid
(Now check it)

I'm establishing pin points
For trafficking these joints
I'm whipping
I deploy
And you'll get destroyed
I cut between the ribs
Like you're made of corduroy
And I'm on your ass
Like a hemorrhoid
The real McCoy'll
Kill you Siegfried & Roy's
And I be running like a motor
That was made in Detroit
Ya'll faggots bead around the bush
Well, I get straight to the point
It's like;
You take Big Boy
Stir-in a bit of Pink Floyd
A little B.I. Gee I
Need time
To free my chi
And I be kicking rhymes like
Miyagi
Frankie cooking beats
Like a hibachi
And I'm
El Mariachi draped in Versace
(Cuz)

[HOOK]

(I'm from the 416
Not a fan of the Knicks)

So
Jigga
What do you figure?
Vanilla's finger on the trigger
Consider the heavy hitters
Then this whipper snapper's a winner
Prepare my dinner;
Rapper's liver
With some faba beans
A nice chianti
Well plan B
That Belvedere vigilante
Plus I got their panties
Flooding like Miami
Too soon?
Well, grab a pontoon
Ya'll are obtuse
And I refuse to salute while I plant my roots

And I gotta get my soul right
And I don't plan to spare a single life
I get this Cash
Like I walk the line
I Lucifer on 'em one time

And I gotta get my soul right
And I don't plan to spare a single life
Get this Cash
Like I walk the line
I Lucifer on 'em one time